My words come and go so quickly I'm not sure they even made it past this cage called my tongue. I keep so many conversations just mere thoughts that my mind starts to expand, inflate, float away like the daydreams they are meant to be.
I don't like to repeat myself, so when I speak my truths, it comes out in flames. It will come out bold and red like my freckled face when I am passionate. I'm not a fan of famous quotes, but I feel at peace with my homie Mahatma when we both prefer to speak, only when it improves upon the silence.
Through this era, I want to break the silence. But it is chained, hand cuffed, sealed shut by this broken home, I'm so fucking tired of feeling alone. Cast my fear on these stone walls, present it for the world to see.
I think we're all a little out of it, feeling maybe...under the weather because we can't be under the weather.
Feeling blue because we can't see those hues unless we look out a window. No more summertime fine, but I promise these words will draw a line, divide these eras split by time, penny for your thoughts, inflation said a dime, gov' said buy a gun, stock up and you'll be fine.
My words come and go so quickly I don't even feel like I'm speaking. Keep these stories in my journal until you're ready to really hear me.
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
